He caught her safely within his arms, holding onto the woman securely as their proximity allowed him to get a better look at her features.
His scar-hewn face relaxed from its usual grimace as he found himself lost in her cobalt eyes, which very easily overwhelmed the dark azure of her clothing, the patterns of which failing to draw his attention in the slightest. Every second seemingly lasting an eternity all the while his heart thundered in his ears.
Karl was unsure if it was the concussion or something else, but merely drinking in the beauty of her mien, the smoothness of her ivory skin, and the allure of her roseate lips made him light-headed and weightless as if his armour wasn't even there.
He barely registered her addressing him and blinked slowly, finally realizing that he had been holding her close and gawking at her for well over a minute, the hedge knight scrambling to right themselves on the horse. He slid them down from the saddle and immediately stepped away from the maiden.
Considering her request, he smiled warmly as he freed his hands through the slatted leather of his mail mittens. "It would be no trouble to accompany you, La- Ayvriel." He quickly corrected, "I believe the next town is a far few miles down South." His pride urged him to speak up against her compensating him for his gear, but he decided to save that conversation until later.
Striding over to salvage what was left of his plates, he dropped the scrap into Geoffrey's saddlebags and tucked his great helm under his arm. "Ah...what should we do about...them?" He asked the maiden quietly, eyeing up the bound orcs that glowered at him.
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